The light filtering into the cells dims to an orange glow, and the scent of smoke and burning meat starts to carry through the air. The doors to every cell simultaneously grind open, and the guards - those not part of the walls of the dungeons - wait to lead the prisoners down the hall and up a set of stairs worn practically ramp-smooth ( Read more... )

Sunset, days after the vanishing of the first group, the Carnival goes oddly still. The rides don't stop, the crowd keeps moving, but in spite of all the noise and motion there's a frozen feeling in the air, like everything in motion is just a collection of confetti in a shaken snow globe ( Read more... )

Summer in the Wood has always belonged to the Fox, and the weather has taken a distinct turn in that direction now ( Read more... )

She may have consented to eating the fairy food, much to her private horror, but Kat still doesn't trust anyone here ( Read more... )

Molly was left reeling as reality shifted and she regained her former self. "Ooooh, no," she muttered, reaching out a hand to the inside of the barracks wall for balance. "This is not good. Really not good." She had been so callous. The other version of herself had helped people only if she had nothing better to do. She wasn't bothered so ( Read more... )

Her head and her long trenchcoat were soaked, as were her shoes.  Molly grimaced and patted her hair, wondering why she hadn't opened the umbrella a minute earlier. This wouldn't be a good look onstage.

But then, while her looks were a bonus, they certainly weren't the real reason her partner kept her around. She'd been taking over more and more ( Read more... )

The grove of Dreaming Trees is unusually clear of mist today, and strangely warm, too. The broken Arch glows with a ghostly sheen, and the trees themselves gleam bone white under the light of the near-full moon ( Read more... )